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After dealing with the large number of guests at the dinner, even the legendary Bert couldn't help but feel tired at the moment, but when he returned to the palace, he did not choose to rest, but came to a secret room.

It is not accurate to say that it is a secret room, after all, ten days ago, this was still a sword room for sword practice, and it was only recently listed as a forbidden area.

Bert slowly took off his clothes, folded them aside, and then picked up a magic longsword that used to practice swordsmanship and carefully wiped it with a palm-sized frost bear skin.

Soon the long-sealed sword glowed coldly again, and the hairs on Bert's arms, which were close to the blade, stood on end.

Then the cold light rose, and blood splattered.

Bert unexpectedly reversed his long sword and plunged the blade into his abdomen.

Laugh at! Laugh at!

Hot blood splattered from the wound, scorching black scorch marks on the smooth floor, as if it weren't blood but hot lava.

Bert kept looking at all this with a cold face, as if it wasn't his body, until he felt that the evil fire in his body slowly decreased with the flow of blood and finally disappeared, and then he showed a hint of a smile.

"It's just one more minute than last time!"

But soon Bert's good mood is gone, and controlling this inexplicable will by means of self-harm is an accident after a moment of shame, but after each self-harm, he will find that self-harm takes a little more time than the last time.

If this development continues, one day even if he drains every drop of blood in his body, he will not be able to get rid of that will.

Rumble!

The sword ignited and slashed down, and the flames burned all traces away.

When the guards heard the noise come in, they saw only Bert getting dressed.

"Clean up here!"

"Yes!"

The same scene has been playing out for days, and these guards have long become extremely skilled in the process.

Seeing the king's gloomy face, he knew that His Majesty must have failed to study the battle skills this time, and he must not be able to move forward at this time!

In fact, during this period of time, Bert has vaguely had some guesses about why there is something wrong with his body, and there must be something wrong with the blood crystal that helped him successfully promote to legend, according to his inference, it is likely to be the flesh and blood crystal of a powerful demon.

Although the power in the blood crystal was absorbed by himself, the demonic consciousness remaining in the blood crystal would not be subdued so easily.

Demons can corrupt people's minds, and this demonic consciousness can naturally do it.

Fortunately, as a king, Bert is quite sure of dealing with this kind of demonic consciousness that has been dead for an unknown number of years, both financially and materially.

It's just that this demonic consciousness is easy to suppress, but it is extremely difficult to completely eradicate it, and even in the years to come, his temperament will be imperceptibly affected by the demonic consciousness, and he will become cold and bloodthirsty.

His desperate actions for the sake of power finally achieved this evil result, but Bert himself did not regret it.

Although he is talented, in addition to talent, luck is also essential if he wants to become a legend.

Otherwise, so many smart people are born in the mainland every year, but are there really so many who become legends?

How can you take shortcuts without paying a price?!

Even Bert was a little happy about the side effects of the demonic remnant consciousness in his body, he had been prepared to pay the price of his death, and now it seems that the side effects of the drastic change in temperament are far lower than he expected.

This is also the reason why Bert did not tell Morey about this situation, compared to his own life, this change in temperament is just a minor illness, not worth mentioning.

It's just that in the future, Bert will regret his hasty decision, but we won't mention it for now.

Time flies, and another year has passed in a blink of an eye.

A lot of things happened in this year, which dazzled the people of the Holy Lance Kingdom, who were accustomed to peaceful days, first the imposing imperial ** team came and went, and finally the belated negotiation delegation went to the royal capital a month after the end of the war.

It is said that the big names in the royal capital and these cold-faced guys closed the door for a week before some agreement was reached.

In the eyes of their ordinary people, it's just that the faces from the extremely affiliated kingdoms of the three empires have become more numerous, although they all seem very arrogant, and they look down on the countrymen in the city, but most of the time they will still abide by the rules.

Then there is the church, although there was only one temple in the city, the Dawn Church, but there were many miniature temples such as various parishioners' mutual aid associations and denominational contact points.

However, driven by a group of vicious priests, these underground churches were all cleared out of the royal capital after the war, and these gray-robed priests succeeded in building the largest temple in the royal capital, the Temple of Bitter Water, with the help of the nobles of the royal capital.

This is a church that resembles totem worship, and there are no idols in the temple in the usual sense, and a large stone slab with deep or shallow water marks is their faith.

It is precisely because of this guardian of suffering that the image of the god of the origin of water is too abstract, although he has the name of the first temple of the royal capital, and even the king is the honorary knight of their temple, but there are very few believers who believe in the lord of bitter water this year.

It's just that these gray-robed bitter water priests don't seem to mind that they have few believers, and they still look like they love to believe it or not, and this style has attracted the favor of many people who don't follow the usual path.

It's just that I heard that the Kushui Church is about to start participating in the purification and management of the water source in the royal capital, and I heard those believers who believe in the Kushui Church say that as a reward for believing in the Lord of Kushui, believers can receive ten liters of pure water comparable to Ganquan water every day, and there is a big discount on the cost of purchasing water.

The city of sacred spears is fed mainly by groundwater and culverts from the Lonor, and since a certain earth mage has asserted that over-extraction of groundwater will lead to the settlement of buildings, the only source of water for these years has been the Rono River flowing in from the culverts.

And with the development of the Holy Spear City, the population in the city is increasing, and the price of water is naturally rising, which has gradually made people feel the pressure.

If these 10 liters of pure water are saved, it is enough to meet the drinking needs of a family of four for a day, which is not a small amount in this year.

People who didn't have that mind at the beginning, after knowing the news, began to slowly inquire about the Bitter Water Church.

......

With the last hammer hammer down, the hundredth steel golem was officially announced to be offline.

Gourd looked at the steel golem that smelled of engine oil, and the smile on his face could not be suppressed.

Seeing that the big guy was satisfied, the hot sand goblin who was responsible for the production and assembly of the steel armor puppet also smiled flatteringly.

The fellow clan in front of him is a celebrity in the city lord, as long as he is satisfied with his service, won't this fund come in an uproar at that time?

Just the next second, Goude's words made him thunderous.

"Go back and send them all to Red Leaf City, and the mecha regiments of the first batch of shore defense units of the Far East Fleet will rely on them!"

Gou De's rightful appearance was as if a barrel of fire oil had been poured on the already blazing brazier, so that the hot sand goblin could no longer care about the previous smiling face, and rebuked loudly:

"Gode, have you forgotten that you're still a hot sand goblin? These mechs are the power to protect the Murry district, how can you take them casually!! ”

"No, no, no, my compatriots! I have official paperwork! ”

As he spoke, Gourd took out a document from his bosom and patted it on his body:

"Oh, see! Red Leaf City has officially been transferred, and now these 100 mechs are officially allocated to the Far East Fleet! ”

The hot sand goblin subconsciously meowed, but quickly moved away as if it had been burned by fire.

"I don't know what is not an order, anyway, you don't want to take these hundred mechs away today!"

Although he was a scoundrel, Gourd still had a smile on his face, but the smile was getting colder and colder, and in the end it seemed to condense the whole air.

The goblin couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and he even had some doubts that the report in front of him would be annoyed and angry, and whether it would directly kill him.

"I've always heard that the hot sand goblins in the Muri District have become a bit flamboyant recently, but I didn't expect that even the city lord's orders would dare not be disobeyed!"

"Remember, in the Far East, you can only obey the baron's orders, if you can't, I can only ask you to die!!"

Until the end, the goblin master, who had only recently come to the Far East, did not dare to stop Gord from taking the hundred steel-armored puppets away.

"And I'm not a hot sand goblin, I'm a resident of Red Leaf City!"

The goblin master's face was full of bitterness, did those councilors of Hot Sand Harbor think everything too simply, the strategy of borrowing chickens and eggs is good, but it also needs to be willing to cooperate!

Autumn Leaf Castle.

"Hmph, so Gourd has already beaten their kind?!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Come on, withdraw the people! Now that they're out of action, let's not be the bad guys! ”

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